Page 8 of Flirting with the Mountain Man

“If a call came in, couldn’t you just go straight to the scene?”

That was a good question. I could, but the last thing I’d want to do was drag her to a dangerous situation.

“Parading this truck up and down the main road would catch some attention,” I said. “I wouldn’t look so good as a fire chief, taking the truck for a joyride.”

“Have you ever had sex in this truck?” she asked.

The question threw me for a second. I’d expect her to try to talk me into taking the truck on the main road. Or maybe an agreement that doing so was a bad idea. But instead, she’d said something that lit my entire body on fire.

“Sex in the truck?” I asked. “This one?”

She laughed. “Yes, this one.”

I’d never had sex in any truck. I’d made out in a car way back in high school and came pretty close to having sex, but actual sex?

“No,” I said.

“Is it against regulations?” she asked.

Was she hitting on me? Damn, this erection was getting almost painful. I had to resist the urge not to adjust as things shifted around behind my zipper.

“Not in writing, no,” I said. “I imagine if one of my men did something like that, I’d have to ask why he had the truck away from the fire hall.”

“Couldn’t someone have sex while it’s parked at the fire hall?” she asked.

“Nope. Cameras. It keeps everyone on the straight and narrow. I’ll be honest, though. I never even look at the footage. If something comes up, I’ll watch it.”

“Soyoucould have sex in this truck when it’s parked here.” She turned and tried to look out her window. There was no seeing the camera from here, though. “The only one who would know is you, right? Nobody else sees the footage.”

She made a good point. Too bad my brainwaves were scrambled. I couldn’t even process the fact that she was asking a hell of a lot of questions about having sex in a fire truck while we were seated in a fire truck.

“In fact, I might want to watch that video afterward,” Bianca said. “If, you know, I was the one having sex here.”

I clenched my jaw. This could all still be talk. Maybe she was just pushing me to see how far I’d take this. Maybe she wasn’t interested in getting physical with me at all.

“You’d be disappointed,” I said.

Her face changed and not in a good way. She tensed up. No. That was bad, bad, bad.

“The camera doesn’t catch much of anything,” I rushed to add. “I’m not even sure you’d be able to see what’s going on in here.”

“But someone could come in and catch us.”

Those words did it. They told me that she wasn’t speaking about some make-believe people. She’d said “us.”

“That’s where my security cameras can pay off,” I said. “My phone alerts me whenever there’s activity in the front parking lot.”

I lifted up and pulled my phone from my back pocket. I flipped the switch to take it off silent mode and set it in front of us. If I had even a small chance that something might happen between us, I was going for it.

“We’re all alone then,” she said. “We can do anything we want.”

That brought my attention to her face. She’d turned sideways in her seat to face me, and the sight was almost my undoing. She had such a sweet face with sparkling eyes and thick, full lips. I wanted to kiss those lips more than I wanted anything.

“Would you sleep with a virgin?” she asked.

Another question. I thought we were getting somewhere, but this was starting to seem like she was just curious about me, not interested in getting involved.

“I don’t think I ever have,” I said. “My first time was with someone?—”

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